Here

Years have gone by.
And life is good.
Yet here I sit,
Misunderstood.

This deep desire
Haunts me.
The thought of a blade
Taunts me.

What do I do?

I have a family.
I have a career.
The life I always wanted.
And I’m here.

Not because I want to die.
I want to scream and shout
And cry.

I want to feel warmth
Trickle down.
Crimson, blood red.
I drown.

Going through the motions,
It’s hard to breath,
Suffocating emotion.

I feel nothing, and everything
It’s all the same.
Everything and nothing.
A mind game.

The sun sets and rises again,
And I am still here.